alright, story time:
I wouldn't really say I was a lonely
kid, I was just a kid that didn't really
need a lot of friends because I could
entertain myself rather well. anyway,
when I was like five or something, I
was convinced that bugs could be
pets. more specifically, house flies.
like there was always this one fly in
the bathroom, and it would always
land on you the second you sat on
the toilet, right. or at least it did me.
I believe I asked everyone else if the
fly did it to them (because it was like
such a miraculous thing to five year
old me) and they said no. so I was
convinced the fly loved me. so I gave
the fly a name. Harold. eventually two
flies were in the bathroom, so they
were then called Harold and Gerold.
one fly wouldn't go near people, but
the one constantly landed on you
(again, that one was Harold. social
fella, eh?) anyway, I would seriously
spend hours in the bathroom talking
to "my" flies. I did it for at least a year,
still convinced they were the same
flies. my sisters would make fun of me
(they still bring it up lol), and one day
my one sister got so fed up, she went
to the bathroom with a fly swatter, and
came out with two dead fly bodies, and
was like "here. Harold and Gerold."
I was so sad, and I made a big deal
about it, and she was just like "omg,
we have a house full of flies, name
them." and I was like "I DON'T WANT
OTHER FLIES, I WANT HAROLD
AND GEROLD." and it was a pretty
touchy subject for about a week or
so. but yeah, that's my story about
how comon house flies were my
best friends for like a year.
Ashleyray12334
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